why is it that once you pass the clock and head towards port royal things go back to the dark ages?
today i called the tax office…the one in constant spring. my trusty accountant had lost the record of my company’s statutory deductions.
I spoke to the woman there to ask her for some kind of record from their side, she took my info and went and checked and called me back.
when she called she hadn’t found it so she, while i was on the phone, took some more info, went into the system, did some checks, and advised me that the info wasn’t there, try downtown.
So i called downtown, the man that answers speaks at a rate of three words per minutes, i repeat the same information that i gave to the woman in constant spring.
he needs it absoutely clarified WHO lost the things. i guess if i lost them i would be denied the reprint as a form of punishment.
he then noitifies me about several things he CANNOT do and winds up the list with the one thing he can do.
so now i must send the request in letter format…..
ok, would you like that by fax, or e-mail
no, in letter format
i pause, confused, are you trying to tell me that in 2011 this man actually requires that i mail him a request….like…a real mail.
i ask ….is your system different from constant spring?
to which he briskly replies that he does not know their system (which is bitch speak for: me nuh plan fi do nuttn weh dem do, so nuh call dem name to me)
i am somewhat confused, i believed we had one tax system….
who to tell, the uptown woman may have requested a letter to actually turn the info over, but at least she tek di five minutes to search before asking me to waste time and money writing letter and sending bearer there.
me done tell di man me nuh even sure a fi him office it pay, but him nuh look euh, no. me mus sen ppl fi go stan up fronta him wid quill pen ink pon piece a parchment paper before him mek a move.
kiss me teeth
so i suppose he hears the uppity confusion of those that live in the information age in my voice and decides to throw me a bone…when the bearer comes, maybe they can get it back same time
da nuh mean say yu coulda look fi it same time now before me send di bearer?
and then we are confused why inna tax office haffi look so
because the telephone and internet that are supposed to decrease crowding by siphoning off the queries and concerns into the appropriate areas, and solve what can be solved without a visit, are being used to place lunch orders and ask for curry gravy on the fry chicken.
i can just hear it…. the click click click of the abacus and the friendly neighing of the horses that he rode on to work.
kiss me rass teeth